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[Prelude]{*laughing*}It`s funny how the trades areErrbody wants to be a kingWe have the whole city full of bossesBut we all know...... taking over, the oneOne leader..... all the rest y`all followFollow me..... cradle......trust meI am the one[Verse One]Call me a boss of all bossesI got a flawless record of thirty wins, no draws and no lossesI talk reckless, whatMove cautious with no respect for the rules, the dudes lawlessGets deep with BS on the streetscos from Harlem to Hollywood I got the game on the leashYou with my Bloodline beasts, always ready for whateverWe gon` hawk this dog together, six or berettaTour is glock, hecno and dutchA few tools used just to get to the topCan`t stop, won`t stop `til I`m left in the box to countWe still bossy but pine is fineI`m a Jack of all trades, what moves to be made (yea)Back in the eighth for crackin the safeFrom the block to the cageFrom the label to the stageI`ma grind `til I shine, cradle 2 the grave it`s on[Chorus]Can`t touch me (it`s on)Can`t stop me (it`s on)Won`t budge me (it`s on)Can`t block me (it`s on)The hood loves me (it`s on)Can`t knock meIt`s simply put I`m just ahead of my timeIt`s onCan`t touch me (it`s on)Can`t stop me (it`s on)Won`t budge me (it`s on)Can`t block me (it`s on)The hood love me (it`s on)Can`t knock meIt must the hand that rocks the cradle is mine[Verse Two]Now, drug money is a thug`s money (uhn uhn)Ice money is set for life money (you know)Share money is the fair money, (fa sho)You scared money, don`t make money, nigga commonI`m back in the game, back on the grindI`m back with my back to the wall, slightly back to two ninesBack with the mask on my face, back to packin two ninesI`m back on the block, back to movin twenties and dimesBottomline, I`m back, the city is minesStop me how, I`m coming with the lot and the linesHave grease stinking out where you liveCats trailing your kids, it ended up with me abductin your waresHarry Rob once told me "strike fast and forcefulcos if you give him any time to think he`ll cross you"You either on my side or in my wayIf in my way [*gunclick*] okay[Chorus]????? pack my arm, it`s a domYou let a nigga get at em`Nigga for not one of the most hunted like Bin LadenCos I don`t talk, I spit, don`t walk, I strikeAnd I`ma stand up nigga, stand sit for what (what)To discuss with the tough that enough is enoughAnd it`s on cos I`m callin your bluffAnd your dudes in the streets that refuse to be beefBetter move when I reach and get moved with the heatPlease, don`t make the nigga have to do it to youI launch missiles that ravage ya soft tissueI salvage with many issuesMy marriage is to my pistolsautomatic or revolverbut trust me I`m gon get you if I have toprooove to you cowardsI never follow you cowardsI murder all of you cowardsYour streets are my streetsThat`s how it`s designedcos the hand that rocks the cradle is mineyou know (yea)[Chorus (2x)]Instrumentals till fade

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